Zach Mitchell Poet Lyric

Living Amongst the Broken

Everywhere I go people always ask
Why am I am who I am, why do I do what I do
Did I forget who I was, and who I'm supposed to be

People ask why I wear this ink on my skin
When did this new person begin
Think that I dwell in my brokenness
Begging for a sinful kiss

Well I won't deny I'm not perfect 
That I never fall within the midst of it
But what if you look deeper than my skin
What if you saw the love within

My Savior didn't come for the healthy
He came for the sick
I want to be a hope
A light for the world
I want to live within the midst of the broken
Show a new road for the broken homes

Thoughts of what I'm supposed to be
College, careers, and a stable home
But I've already had it all
Been blessed with a family and more possessions than I deserve
But what I treasure most is this
My God, my friends, my family
All I want is to show the love I've been given to everyone I know

My Savior didn't come for the healthy
He came for the sick
I want to be a hope
A light for the world
I want to live within the midst of the broken
Show a new road for broken homes

So yes my love will be a mess
I'll date girls with tattoos and scars 
Because I bear my own 
I'll befriend the addict
Because we all have our own addictions
It's not an easy road
But I never thought it'd be
So I'll be the light I was born to be
Yes I'll deal with my depression 
As I'll help with theirs

My Savior didn't come for the healthy
He came for the sick
I want to be a hope
A light for the world
I want to live within the midst of the broken
Show a new road for the broken homes

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Diane Christian August 25, 2015 at 11:57 AM nice song my friend, Zach Mitchell September 30, 2015 at 1:24 PM thank you! God bless!

Kim Merryman August 24, 2015 at 7:42 PM Zach, it's not what's on the outside that matters but what's on the inside is what's important. Jesus didn't hang with the "pretty people". He chose the weak and broken to be his disciples. I really liked your message in this open and authentic write! Love, Kim Zach Mitchell September 30, 2015 at 1:24 PM thank you, i really appreciate this comment! God bless!